"What are you up to?" Feng Tianyi asked while Song Fengyan was busy helping Xiao Bao settle into his car seat.
After their lunch, Song Huifen had accompanied them to the parking lot and bid goodbye to Xiao Bao.
"Why, my dear son? You think I would hurt the boy?" She arched a slender brow at him.
How could she hurt a boy who resembled her son a lot? These two seemed to have been made from the same mold because their resemblance was uncanny.
Song Huifen was sure that she had kept some of her son's photos when he was younger. Perhaps by looking at them in her secret stash, she would be able to compare her young son and Xiao Bao clearly.
Feng Tianyi made eye contact with his mother and felt a chill go down his spine. Her eyes made him feel like she was peering into every last crevice of his soul, looking for answers to her unspoken questions.
